tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-327088982018-02-14T16:52:08.100-06:00fatboybiking"The masters of space and time awaken to find themselves slaves of distance and haste."
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- Wolfgang Sachs <i>For Love of the Automobile</i>brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.comBlogger286125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-4628395145581199822014-02-03T12:18:00.001-06:002014-02-03T12:18:51.398-06:00It's winter out there -- a lot..I didn't watch the Superb Owl shit show consume-a-thon yesterday.&nbsp; I rode my bike with some friends on a beautiful, if not a bit brisk, day.<br /><br />The Ice Beard cometh...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFcfrN8qfOY/Uu_dADFqNFI/AAAAAAAAERo/_beF-vdHQI0/s1600/20140202_103739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFcfrN8qfOY/Uu_dADFqNFI/AAAAAAAAERo/_beF-vdHQI0/s1600/20140202_103739.jpg" height="640" width="360" /></a></div>Adding the Pugsley to the mix made winter fun again (well, it always was for me).&nbsp; Get out and ride.&nbsp; As the Finns say: There is no bad weather, just bad clothing.<br /><br />Bundle up and pedal on.brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-84341487702495816852013-09-06T21:38:00.000-05:002013-09-06T21:48:16.866-05:00Ch-ch-ch-changes<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1,&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"><span class="userContent">In 1975 I got a paper route and I've had a job ever since. That streak was broken today as I said goodbye to a job that I've had for over 16 years. I bid my co-workers farewell with tears in my eyes because I was so lucky to work with really great people and I will miss them dearly. <br /> <br /> I quit my job and I'm not going to another company. Why? Burn out is a real thing. I had a very difficult time working -- I'd feel almost physically ill some days. Sunday nights were dampened with a dread that I had to go to work again Monday. Slowly that dread would creep in earlier and earlier into the weekend until Saturday nights were now deadened with pain of returning to the office. <br /> <br /> Not only did I feel dread, but I was slowly turning into a creature that my wife barely recognized. Sour, depressed, angry at everything. I felt that there was nothing worth doing, no activity would bring me joy, no happiness was possible. I would drift into dark ment<span class="text_exposed_show">al places that scared me.<br /> <br /> I had to leave.<br /> <br /> I started saving my money and paying off any debts I had outstanding so that when the time came, I could count on the ability to live on Mrs Yam's salary. When a surprise windfall showed up, I was able to pay off our car, the last of the debts except for the mortgage. With that out of the way, I started the long, dark trek of convincing myself it was possible to leave.<br /> <br /> It's odd what a hold a job or career has on a person. Our culture is all about work; the question "What do you do?" is not about hobbies, but your job. We define people by their occupations, how much someone earns, their title and position. I have always worked and to convince myself that it isn't necessary to always work was depressingly difficult.<br /> <br /> What would I do if I quit? Would I be able to live the life to which I'd become accustomed? Perhaps that lifestyle and its attendent costs chained me to a job I was no longer willing to do? What if I changed how I lived? Could I live differently and be happier? I intend to find out. I'll not be working, but I'll be busy. I have bikes to ride, camping to do, cooking and baking to perfect, gardens to put to bed and a house to clean. After all of that, there's a couple of Robin Hood bikes that need renovating, sewing to learn, and volunteering to do. <br /> <br /> I'll eventually get back to working for money, but there's no guarantee that I'll be back in IT. I'll put my resume out there, but I'm not going to look real hard. Maybe I'll get my computer mojo back and maybe I won't. Not sure what will happen, but I want to wander and see where life leads me. I feel good about this, and I'm scared and excited to see what the future holds.</span></span></span></span></span></h5>brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-43697191461087072062013-02-02T03:19:00.001-06:002013-02-02T03:19:14.462-06:00Silly geek thingsI've purchased an ASUS RT-N66R wireless router for my house. At nearly $200, it's probably more than your average Net-using citizen requires, but I'm not a typical user. It runs a Linux kernel (handy!), it has three antennae and can easily light up any device in a standard house. E.g., my little phone can get a strong enough signal at the opposite end of the house to run Netflix. Of course watching movies on a tiny screen is straining for these old eyes, but if I need to watch Doctor Who while lying in bed, I have the bandwidth to pull it off.<br /><br />Yay me.<br /><br />Anyway, the stock OS load is decent and if you have no need to mess with computers and their parts, you'll be fine. I'm not fine, though. Tinkering is my game and this gadget is a tinkerer's jewel. I'm contemplating changing to an new version of Tomato or DD-WRT, but until then I needed a couple of network tools that weren't available on the stock ROM. To fix that, you'll need to do a couple of things, essentially, enable the download tools, add a drive and install the software packages you need.<br /><br />To do that on an ASUS RT-N66U, you need to insert a USB thumb drive into the back of the router and then dismount it by using a browser to go to the router's address and logging in. On the left hand side, select the "Network Map" icon, then select the drive icon that shows up center bottom section (the USB icon). From there, click on the "Safely Remove disk: Remove" button. This will di/smount the newly inserted USB stick.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5knRtXW4HA/UQzTlgpQ9_I/AAAAAAAABVo/Bihnzl4VhgI/s1600/Screen+shot+2013-02-02+at+2.42.27+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5knRtXW4HA/UQzTlgpQ9_I/AAAAAAAABVo/Bihnzl4VhgI/s1600/Screen+shot+2013-02-02+at+2.42.27+AM.png" height="285" width="320" /></a></div><br />Now you'll need to telnet to the router and format the drive that you've just installed.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">dmesg</span></b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;">at the command prompt will tell you where the USB ended up (bottom slot is probably /dev/sdb and the top USB slot is <span style="font-size: small;">/dev/sdc</span>).&nbsp; In my case it was /dev/sdc</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;">.&nbsp;</span><br /><br />Check the partitions by issuing<br /><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">admin@RT-N66U:/# fdisk -l /dev/sdc</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;">Disk /dev/sdc: 8004 MB, 8004304896 bytes<br />35 heads, 21 sectors/track, 21269 cylinders<br />Units = cylinders of 735 * 512 = 376320 bytes<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp; Device Boot&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Start&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; End&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Blocks&nbsp; Id System<br />/dev/sdc1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 21270&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 7816688&nbsp;&nbsp; b Win95 FAT32</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">&nbsp;you'll probably see one partition, so let's delete it.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">admin@RT-N66U:/# fdisk /dev/sdc<br /><br />The number of cylinders for this disk is set to 21269.<br />There is nothing wrong with that, but this is larger than 1024,<br />and could in certain setups cause problems with:<br />1) software that runs at boot time (e.g., old versions of LILO)<br />2) booting and partitioning software from other OSs<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; (e.g., DOS FDISK, OS/2 FDISK)<br /><br />Command (m for help): d 1<br />Selected partition 1</span><br /><br />&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Create a new disklabel:</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">Command (m for help): o<br />Building a new DOS disklabel. Changes will remain in memory only,<br />until you decide to write them. After that the previous content<br />won't be recoverable.<br /><br /><br />The number of cylinders for this disk is set to 21269.<br />There is nothing wrong with that, but this is larger than 1024,<br />and could in certain setups cause problems with:<br />1) software that runs at boot time (e.g., old versions of LILO)<br />2) booting and partitioning software from other OSs<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; (e.g., DOS FDISK, OS/2 FDISK)</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>&nbsp;</span>Now create new partition:<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;">Command (m for help): n<br />Command action<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; e&nbsp;&nbsp; extended<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; p&nbsp;&nbsp; primary partition (1-4)<br />p<br />Partition number (1-4): 1<br />First cylinder (1-21269, default 1): Using default value 1<br />Last cylinder or +size or +sizeM or +sizeK (1-21269, default 21269): Using default value 21269</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"></span><br />Now check your work:<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Command (m for help): p<br /><br />Disk /dev/sdc: 8004 MB, 8004304896 bytes<br />35 heads, 21 sectors/track, 21269 cylinders<br />Units = cylinders of 735 * 512 = 376320 bytes<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp; Device Boot&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Start&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; End&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Blocks&nbsp; Id System<br />/dev/sdc1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 21269&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 7816347&nbsp; 83 Linux</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Write your changes to the stick:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">Command (m for help): w<br />The partition table has been altered!<br /><br />Calling ioctl() to re-read partition table<br />admin@RT-N66U:/#&nbsp; </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"></span>Now format the stick:<br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">admin@RT-N66U:/# mke2fs -b 1024 /dev/sdc1<br />mke2fs 1.38 (30-Jun-2005)<br />Filesystem label=<br />OS type: Linux<br />Block size=1024 (log=0)<br />Fragment size=1024 (log=0)<br />977920 inodes, 7816344 blocks<br />390817 blocks (5.00%) reserved for the super user<br />First data block=1<br />955 block groups<br />8192 blocks per group, 8192 fragments per group<br />1024 inodes per group<br />Superblock backups stored on blocks: <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 8193, 24577, 40961, 57345, 73729, 204801, 221185, 401409, 663553, <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 1024001, 1990657, 2809857, 5120001, 5971969<br /><br />Writing inode tables: done&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />Writing superblocks and filesystem accounting information: done<br />This filesystem will be automatically checked every 28 mounts or<br />180 days, whichever comes first.&nbsp; Use tune2fs -c or -i to override.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">admin@RT-N66U:/#&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">You're done</span>.&nbsp; Now you need to enable the Download Master software by going to the router's web page and clicking on<b> USB applications</b> and selecting the install option.&nbsp; Optware has been installed.&nbsp; You can now use the ipkg application like any other package manager and get useful tools for your router.&nbsp; I installed openssh, openssh-sftp-server, nmap and tcpdump by using the following command:<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">ipk<span style="font-size: x-small;">g install <pa font="" size="2">ckagename&gt;</pa></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You can get a list of packages by using</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">ipkg list</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and looking for what you need.</span></span> </span></span>&nbsp;</span></span> </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"><br /></span>brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-4398738348574947362012-09-03T16:09:00.000-05:002012-09-03T16:09:14.888-05:00Back in time...I have been reminded that I haven't been posting much and that I've not been putting much music, either (thanks, Beany).&nbsp; I hope remedy both with this post.<br /><br />I have been wandering back into time in my musical tastes of late; alternative radio and I started haunting college campuses about the same time. Until I left for school, I was a typical mid-western metal-head with the tastes of the times: Judas Priest, Black Sabbath, etc. with a strange fascination for Rhythm and Blues that I picked up after seeing the <i>Blues Brothers</i> movie. Punk was barely on my radar, but I liked some of the stuff that I'd heard and the music scene in Minneapolis at the time was phenomenal. More on this later.<br /><br />I had a roommate that came into our room one night and declared, "You gotta hear this!" He set down a 6-pack of beer and the new R.E.M. album, <i>Murmur</i>. Fascinated by the sound, we just played the album (real vinyl, kids!) over and over, flipping from one side to the other and back again, marveling in a sound we'd never heard before.<br /><br />There are few albums that have grabbed me like this has and it still has a pull on me 30 years later. I've been wandering through collections and I've been listening to all the old R.E.M. that I have and thought I'd let you hear what's grabbed my ear as of late:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/KA57Pafq_NU/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KA57Pafq_NU&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KA57Pafq_NU&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><br />This TV appearance on the Letterman has crappy sound, but it truly captures the energy of the Hibtone recording of this song. It's a lean, muscular punk version that is nothing like the shoe-staring, dreamy version recorded later for the album.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ykp0Vq77IBw?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><br />&nbsp;The other YouTube video from the same Letterman show - South Central Rain, but it didn't have a title at that time. It's funny now, but this song sounds so much like Modern English's <i>I Melt With You</i>:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/LuN6gs0AJls?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/CbJ5pfx757s?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br />The last video was a song included on their first compilation album, <i>Dead Letter Office</i>. <i>Ages of You</i> is a sweet little pop song that R.E.M. has apparently tired of, but this song is one that scratches my brain in a happy spot and I include the song in this live video (it's the first of three songs) because it again shows the energy of a young band and their sound at a less placid tempo. brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-24442676114369896232012-08-25T20:53:00.000-05:002012-08-25T20:53:18.241-05:00The Trucker is Dead. Long live the Trucker.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nH7gicQMuSA/UDlvvidkZgI/AAAAAAAABVA/GGHTBEiSAzM/s1600/337714_430627186976702_497222577_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nH7gicQMuSA/UDlvvidkZgI/AAAAAAAABVA/GGHTBEiSAzM/s400/337714_430627186976702_497222577_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I have been destabilizing my stable, as it were. I started out this year with:<br /><ul><li>A K2 mountain bikecycle (as&nbsp;<a href="http://www.allhailtheblackmarket.com/" target="_blank">Stevil</a> would say)</li><li>A Brompton (S6L) </li><li>A Schwinn something-or-other as a winter bike</li><li>A Pugsley</li><li>A Big Dummy</li><li>A 58cm 700c Long Haul Trucker</li></ul>I have sold the K2 and the LHT to purchase the LHT shown above.&nbsp; This one is a 56cm 26" wheeled Disk Trucker.&nbsp; The reason for the swap was to find a better fit; the 58cm was a nice-riding bike, but it was too tall for my stumpy legs and would cause me too much grief when it had loaded panniers on it.&nbsp; This one seems to fit me better and I hope to load it up and go away for a while with it.&nbsp; It certainly calls to me...<br /><br />Jim at&nbsp;<a href="http://hiawathacyclery.com/cart/" target="_blank">Hiawatha Cyclery</a> was kind enough to bird dog one before the next shipment was to arrive at the middle or end of September.&nbsp; His eagle eyes and cat-like reflexes snagged this beauty when two mysteriously appeared at QBP.&nbsp; The bike arrived and was lovingly assembled by Mongo and then Tubus racks were applied.&nbsp; This is a change for me as I'm quite a fan of the Surly Nice Rack.&nbsp; Well, the rear racks anyway.&nbsp; The front rack seems to be over-engineered and is a real test to install.&nbsp; It was probably for the better, as I'd heard that the front rack wouldn't fit over disk brakes on the Truckers.<br /><br />Before the arrival of the DT, there was a point where I had a non-functioning K2, the LHT was being ridden by a potential purchaser, the Brompton had developed a mystery skip in the rear cog, the winter bike was disassembled and the Pugsley was giving me fits with the brakes after changing the tires.&nbsp; A velostential crisis was looming: I was running out of bikes!&nbsp; My trusty Dummy was still ridable, but really, I was starting to panic (a little).<br /><br />Then it seemed as if the clouds parted and all was right again in my personal velosphere: the mystery was solved on the Brompton (loose hub), the brakes were righted with a another set of hub maintenance and brake tightenings, I discovered the weirdness on the K2 and fixed that (a middle chainring that was a collection of dolphin fins and shark's teeth -- repaired by replacing it) and the potential buyers both committed to purchasing the LHT and the K2, thus garnering the funds to purchase the new Disk Trucker.<br /><br />As an aside, the problems with the Pugsley began after I replaced the standard <a href="http://surlybikes.com/parts/larry_tire" target="_blank">Larry</a>/<a href="http://surlybikes.com/parts/endomorph_tire" target="_blank">Endomorph</a> combination with a set of <a href="http://surlybikes.com/parts/black_floyd" target="_blank">Black Floyds</a>.&nbsp; Boy howdy.&nbsp; These things really change the character of the bike and turn it into a real street-rod.&nbsp; I'm loving them muchly and if you find yerself riding less demanding terrain, these will make your fat bike roll easier by an order of magnitude.&nbsp; Sweet new tennie-runners for the Pug.<br /><br />I can't honestly think of any more bikes that I need, but I wouldn't pass up a chance to get a set of his-and-hers gaspipe Raleighs.&nbsp; Or a Salsa Fargo, I like the Fargo.&nbsp; And a beach cruiser.&nbsp; Or maybe a...<br /><br />AHEM<br /><br />Sorry.&nbsp; Got a little carried away.&nbsp; Number of bikes you have plus one and all that, you know.&nbsp;<br /><br />Heh.<br /><br />Yeah. Well, anyway, it seems my crisis has been averted and all is well again in Veloland.<br /><br />Keep the rubber side down, and we'll see ya out there.brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-41394650869133598962012-07-31T14:46:00.003-05:002012-07-31T14:46:52.501-05:00Beer time!We're meeting at Harriet Brewing (one block south of Lake on Minnehaha) on Thursday, August 2nd. The taproom opens at 16:00. It's a great place; the beers are good and the food truck on site will be Anchor Fish and Chips.brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-80468020608369408882012-07-26T18:10:00.000-05:002012-07-26T18:10:03.793-05:00<a href="http://blog.foreignpolicy.com/posts/2012/07/26/romney_book_britain_is_a_tiny_island_that_makes_stuff_nobody_wants">Presidential candidate</a> insults both long-time ally and local blogger:<br /><br /> <br /><br /><div class="blog-hed"> <div class="translateHead" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <h1><a href="http://blog.foreignpolicy.com/posts/2012/07/26/romney_book_britain_is_a_tiny_island_that_makes_stuff_nobody_wants" title="Romney book: Britain is a tiny island that makes stuff nobody wants">Romney book: Britain is a tiny island that makes stuff nobody wants</a></h1></div><h2> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="post_by"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Posted By </span><a href="http://blog.foreignpolicy.com/blog/68" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Joshua Keating</a><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><img class="meta_block" src="http://www.foreignpolicy.com/images/091022_meta_block.gif" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span class="post_date" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Thursday, July 26, 2012 - 12:16 PM</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><img src="http://www.foreignpolicy.com/images/091022_meta_block.gif" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php?v=20" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" target="_blank"> <img src="http://www.foreignpolicy.com/images/091022_more_icon.gif" /><span class="more_top"> Share</span></a></span> </h2></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr5iAjIpvKU/UBHND1aYEPI/AAAAAAAABUg/Kie5e142FM0/s1600/rmoney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr5iAjIpvKU/UBHND1aYEPI/AAAAAAAABUg/Kie5e142FM0/s320/rmoney.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />ahem:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAxz5erAHAk/T-ALtFJqnZI/AAAAAAAABTc/zr9exTBGduQ/s1600/2011-07-31+19.57.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAxz5erAHAk/T-ALtFJqnZI/AAAAAAAABTc/zr9exTBGduQ/s320/2011-07-31+19.57.57.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />Sure, they're no Dressage horses, but we like 'em. <br />brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-81996401178161320372012-07-24T20:07:00.000-05:002012-07-24T20:07:18.320-05:00Beers for Bloggers, anyone?Now that it seems that Summer here has finally descended from the copper-smelting temperatures of the past month, does anyone feel like getting together for a beer?&nbsp; Wheelie, dahling?&nbsp; OB?&nbsp; VPete?&nbsp; Msr S. Shak?&nbsp; Others?&nbsp;brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-23694507478062365962012-06-19T00:53:00.000-05:002012-06-19T00:53:55.231-05:00BromptoneeringTo <b>bromptoneer</b>: <i>&nbsp;</i><br /><i>(v. int.)&nbsp;</i><br /><i>1. to explore by English folding bicycle.&nbsp;</i><br /><i><b>Ex</b>. We exited the train and began to bromptoneer around Milwaukee.&nbsp;</i><br /><br /><i>&nbsp;(v. tr.)&nbsp;</i><br /><i>1. to sightsee while mounted on an English folding bicycle.</i><br /><i><b>Ex</b>. We bromptoneered the city upon arrival.&nbsp;</i><br /><br />Wiser and more adventurous folks than myself defined the word bromptoneering not by coining it and submitting it to the OED, but by traveling to distant places and riding their little bikes. Grabbing adventure and using 16 inch wheels to make it bow to their will, these forerunners defined the word before my attempt to qualify and quantify it.<br /><br />My charming bride and I have begun to follow in their noble footsteps and below are some pictures of escapades had in distant locales whilst astride the Brompton.<br /><br /><b>THE BEGINNING:</b><br /><br />Mrs. said one sultry summer evening last year, "We'll be travelling to New England next year, why don't we get the Bromptons now?" I was unable to come up with an reason to counter her suggestion, so we were off to <a href="http://www.calhouncycle.com/" target="_blank">Calhoun Cycle</a> to pick up a pair of little bikes:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAxz5erAHAk/T-ALtFJqnZI/AAAAAAAABTc/zr9exTBGduQ/s1600/2011-07-31+19.57.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAxz5erAHAk/T-ALtFJqnZI/AAAAAAAABTc/zr9exTBGduQ/s320/2011-07-31+19.57.57.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(The little bikes as purchased)</span>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>A month later, we were in Door County, Wisconsin and found out that you could cover a sizable distance (30 miles) comfortably on these little bikes as we biked the interior of the peninsula (sadly, no pictures available). Biking the deserted interior roads while avoiding the outrageous traffic along the main coastal roads was indeed more pleasant and safer.<br /><br /><b>THE INITIAL RUN:</b><br /><br />Your host is a college hockey fan, and I attempt to join friends to watch the Frozen Four where ever the tournement lands; this year it was Tampa, Florida.&nbsp; I packed the bike in a cover and was able to check it as regular luggage on the journey to the Sunshine State.&nbsp; My attempts to leave the airport by bike were met with denial as there was nothing but 6 lane, high speed traffic around the airport.&nbsp; I did see people biking, but that was after I was in the bus to the hotel.&nbsp; The first night was as I expected FL to be, hot and muggy and the biking wasn't horrible, but, crikey, it was hot.&nbsp; Storms passed by that night and for the rest of my time there the weather was utterly magnificent.&nbsp; I biked around and the drivers were alert and courteous, which I also found surprising.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pm1qDgRMZOU/T-AQB__sUiI/AAAAAAAABTo/wTNzmimUXtw/s1600/2012-04-05+10.30.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pm1qDgRMZOU/T-AQB__sUiI/AAAAAAAABTo/wTNzmimUXtw/s320/2012-04-05+10.30.51.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(obligatory palm-like tree tropical shot)</span></div><br /><b>THE AWAKENING:</b><br /><br />B.A.D.A.S.S. called for a group ride in Milwaukee at the beginning of May. <i>The Brompton And Dahon Adventure and Survival Society</i> was formed by Masons or Shriners or some collection of people with funny handshakes and hats. Why they let others in, I don't know, but the Mrs. and I, along with a collection of others, were summoned from On High to Eastern Wisconsin by train to the home of the Brewers, Laverne and Shirley and Allen Bradley. We did not miss the call.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2JACfeA7yQ/T-ARD-go38I/AAAAAAAABTw/HkfZlLFMpYI/s1600/2012-04-21+08.14.33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2JACfeA7yQ/T-ARD-go38I/AAAAAAAABTw/HkfZlLFMpYI/s320/2012-04-21+08.14.33.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Brommies take to trains like fleas to Mastiffs)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div>We joined a pub crawl already in progress,<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--oLnqDdfAeY/T-ARkhn0A3I/AAAAAAAABT4/7WPJZt_amNc/s1600/2012-04-21+17.56.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--oLnqDdfAeY/T-ARkhn0A3I/AAAAAAAABT4/7WPJZt_amNc/s320/2012-04-21+17.56.55.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(not Heaven, but just a drill)</span></div>and we went to bars after that and then we had our pictures taken by a couple of Milwaukee's finest as the slowly trawled by in their cruiser and then we had dinner and went to bed.&nbsp; A big day...<br /><br />We then crawled the waterfront and were amazed by the coolness of Milwaukee:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-havhIBFWmsI/T-AShdc6iiI/AAAAAAAABUA/YE5VCuqtgn4/s1600/2012-04-22+11.29.42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-havhIBFWmsI/T-AShdc6iiI/AAAAAAAABUA/YE5VCuqtgn4/s320/2012-04-22+11.29.42.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Lake Michigan)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebTvooT5RIo/T-ATBpcdVTI/AAAAAAAABUU/nVTVpKAVqOE/s1600/2012-04-22+12.28.48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebTvooT5RIo/T-ATBpcdVTI/AAAAAAAABUU/nVTVpKAVqOE/s320/2012-04-22+12.28.48.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">&nbsp;(a watertower)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">We then biked to the station and made it back home amazed at the city and looking forward to another visit.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>to be continued...</i>&nbsp;</span> </span></div>brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-88695121193024745242012-06-10T22:08:00.000-05:002012-06-11T21:53:42.788-05:00Fat boy on a little bike (the Winded-but-not-out-of-hot-air mix)I completed my first sanctioned bicycle race: the U. S. Brompton race here in Minneapolis.&nbsp; Six miles of pain wrapped in a suit with a tie and a jacket to make the whole 85 degree endeavor just that much sillier. I've never raced in anything, but the Mrs signed us up and today dawned hot and windy as we waited for a front to arrive. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.calhouncycle.com/" target="_blank">Calhoun Cycle</a> put on a nice party for&nbsp; the silliness that is the Brompton race.&nbsp; We showed up and were told how to place the bikes (folded) and where to stand for the Gran Prix styled start.&nbsp; I am a slow runner but a fast unfolder; this afforded me a 10 second start ahead of those who were more able to race their bicycle machine faster than I, i. e., most of them.&nbsp; I then managed to find myself utterly winded before even starting the race and giving those faster than myself an advantage.<br /><br />Those who were able to graciously take my offering then leapt to a start, never to acknowledge my gift, as they left without saying a word.&nbsp; I then decided to take a winded, though uneven course through the race to make sure that I never interrupted the cads that denied thanking me for my gift as the sped by me two or three times as I rode the course.&nbsp; Lacking the proper hydration, I searched for a Bloody Mary or a Gin and Tonic, yet none were offered on the torturous course that I found my self upon.<br /><br />Nearly an hour later, I did manage to "finish" it the parlance of the boors that ran this event, with nary a proper drink handed to me upon completion of this savage of courses.&nbsp; A mere paper cup of water was all that was afforded me.&nbsp; The offense was immense, and I decided to assuage my indignity in a proper pint elsewhere...<br /><br />As I was awash in the less than proper juices of the most heinous of physical events, I was summoned by the none other the Knight of Belgian Zymergian efforts, Sir Lanny.&nbsp; My darling wife and I were than able to dine in the most of affable company of the fine nobleman and his family and to restore our constitutions away from the most of the windswept and overheated&nbsp; public that we were able to espy whilst dining.<br /><br />Whence after the rabble dispersed, we then were able to find our way to the Nipponese house of respite and dined on the "candied spiders" and foreign ales that proffered until the sun lowered its demonous self below the trees and we were able to find our way home without being treated like some Christmas Pudding.<br /><br />Over all, a day of splendid adventure and sport, but one I would like to not repeat.&nbsp; The years I've spent in the Raj were enough, thank you very much...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJwJdfT9YsQ/T9asuahPlrI/AAAAAAAABTE/glaCxPrE_zo/s1600/pre-race.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="385" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJwJdfT9YsQ/T9asuahPlrI/AAAAAAAABTE/glaCxPrE_zo/s640/pre-race.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: x-small;">Your host is number 103.&nbsp; Number 123 won best-dressed (surprised?) <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150843301650686&amp;set=a.434910510685.236161.38493620685&amp;type=1&amp;theater" target="_blank">Courtesy Calhoun Cycle</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4pm0tlgZbQ/T9at13gLrxI/AAAAAAAABTM/dQIL4RkSsx4/s1600/sucking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4pm0tlgZbQ/T9at13gLrxI/AAAAAAAABTM/dQIL4RkSsx4/s640/sucking.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Forward motion supplied not by my faltering legs, but the power of my suck...&nbsp; <a href="http://cycletc.com/2012/06/11/event-recap-2012-brompton-us-championship/10-img_2777/" target="_blank">Courtesy CycleTC.com</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div>brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-31630828360788752892012-06-05T19:25:00.000-05:002012-06-05T19:25:29.371-05:00I Aten't DeadSorry, I've been lax in posting.&nbsp; I blame Facebook.<br /><br />I've been busy living life and taking the time to jot a note to the aether just hasn't been a priority, but I've come to the realization that this is as much a good reminder of my life to me as it is a wall full of scribbles in feces to y'all.<br /><br />So, in an attempt to spark myself and to see if anyone is still there, I'm starting again.&nbsp; This will be a quick update of the bike collection and some of the adventures had on said collection.&nbsp; Pictures and details will come later.<br /><br />Current stable consists of four bikes of mine, plus some ones I've plans for, and two for Mrs. Yam.&nbsp; We've both a Long Haul Trucker and a Brompton folding bike; mine, a classic British racing green 6-speed and hers, a very darling hot pink and black 3-speed.&nbsp; The Brommies were purchased last year on a whim instigated by the Mrs. and a wonderful addition to the collection.&nbsp; There will be lots more about these wonderful little bikes.<br /><br />I still have the Pugsley and the Big Dummy.&nbsp; This winter's riding wasn't really very wintery, but the Pugs did most of the communting duty anyway.&nbsp; Which wasn't much, sadly.&nbsp; Mrs got herself a job in downtown Minneapolis and takes the bus every day and I became lazy and started to drive.&nbsp; Fell into a bad habit, I did.&nbsp; When I decided to start commuting again on January 2nd, I managed to flip the Pugsley and land completely on my back with the bike landing on top of me.&nbsp; I ended up wrenching my back quite badly and it was uncomfortable to ride for about three months, so the bad habit continued.<br /><br />By the time that my back started feeling better, March was upon us, with its ridiculous warmth and utter lack of snow.&nbsp; We decided to take a chance and start the garden early and my interests went straight into the ground, so to speak.&nbsp; We're reaping the benefits of this now though, with the ability to walk out and grab a bowlful of salad whenever we wish.&nbsp; The spinach is already gone, save for the stuff I've let go to seed for August and next year's planting and the tomatoes and peppers have been planted.<br /><br />A new feature of our garden is a rabbit fence.&nbsp; I've never needed one before since the dog kept the bunnies at bay. But, our beloved Sheila developed a tumor and we had to make the hard decision of putting her to sleep and the little bastards took no time to show up demolish Mrs's peas.&nbsp; The fence went up in short order upon discovery of the culprits.&nbsp; I'm sad we couldn't turn her wrath into an anti-rabbit ray -- there'd be little left of them.<br /><br />Places have been visited (Duluth, Milwaukee, Des Moines) and biked.&nbsp; I've taken the Brompton to Tampa for the NCAA Frozen Four and found a soft spot for the city and hard spot for American Airlines (don't ever tell them you have a bike -- it's an extra $125 for "sports equipment").&nbsp; Mrs has taken hers on the bus to work to ride home in the evening and we've been doing more errands by bike since we needn't worry about our elderly pup any longer.<br /><br />One other thing, Mrs. signed us up to compete in the <a href="http://www.calhouncycle.com/productcart/pc/Brompton-US-Championship-Race-2012-p3155.htm" target="_blank">U. S. Brompton Championships</a> on Sunday which means I will be competing in my first bicycle race ever.&nbsp; In a coat and tie, nonetheless.<br /><br />Should be quite the race...brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-64974509911093613882012-01-01T15:30:00.000-06:002012-01-01T15:30:02.738-06:00An inauspicious start to the new year...<a href="http://www.startribune.com/local/136504713.html">Report:</a> Bicyclist dies in collision with snowplow in Fridley.brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-80492307159512140052011-07-17T12:22:00.000-05:002011-07-17T12:22:54.327-05:00HotCompare and contrast:<br /><br />Minneapolis/St. Paul:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iAat8MTvTbI/TiMZlvrLTTI/AAAAAAAABEA/msvqQTixTyQ/s1600/msp-weather.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iAat8MTvTbI/TiMZlvrLTTI/AAAAAAAABEA/msvqQTixTyQ/s320/msp-weather.PNG" width="320" /></a></div><br />Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-555Gy58KH9I/TiMZ1e-FkbI/AAAAAAAABEE/lQhOpHuNk84/s1600/hcm-weather.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-555Gy58KH9I/TiMZ1e-FkbI/AAAAAAAABEE/lQhOpHuNk84/s320/hcm-weather.PNG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Operation Crabbypants will commence until mid September...<br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">God, I hate this fucking weather</span>brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-8156367513108979512011-07-01T22:36:00.000-05:002011-07-01T22:36:04.942-05:00New bikeI've scored a new Pugsley from Surly.<br /><br />I've recently injured my back so I've been not able to ride it until today. My trip to work was uneventful, but enlightening, but my trip home was eye-opening. I typically ride city streets to work and back and this morning I did my typical morning commute at a pace that seems to be a fat-bike speed. Slow.<br /><br />On the way home I decided to take a "short-cut," a way that is not ridden by anyone. I took the train tracks from 70th to where they end at 60th.<br /><br />Pugsleys and train tracks are made for each other. Bumping on the tracks on fat bike tires is a treat that few will ever know and when the tracks are less close, the ability to ride on the rocks, weeds, crap and other surfaces without a second thought are a treat that few will ever know. I repeat myself because I believe it's true.<br /><br />When was the last time you felt like you were five? I learned to ride a bike early and the freedom that gave me was, uh, heady. I know that bikes give a feeling of freedom, but that initial hit, that world opening, stunning, I can go anywhere feeling, has been repeated with the Pugsley. I have the ability to go places a middle-aged man probably shouldn't go.<br /><br />That last bit is the important part. Sure, when you're 12, you can ride your bike where ever you'd like, but a 46 year old man isn't really expected to be there. You should be in a car and passing over this without looking a second thought.<br /><br />This is freedom, the ability to explore, the chance to go where you're not expected to be. Our society allows 12 year olds to go there, but if you're older than that you are a bum and not really allowed to be there. <br /><br />Really? I can't see my city?<br /><br />Bikes give a mobility that even cops admire/hate/use. The ride along the train track showed me that people walk along the tracks, the garbage they leave, the desire to move and be where sidewalks are not places. I saw a mother and her child coming back from the store along the tracks probably for the same reason I was there; it went places that streets didn't.<br /><br />The ability to ride on tracks, rocks, dirt and weeds is a treat that I figured the Pug was good for, but to actually do it, to hover past the neighborhoods and the traffic, to effortlessly rumble over tracks and rock was a near spiritual experience.<br /><br />I felt the thrill of going places I wasn't allowed. To be where you needed permission to exist, to use the place that was there for only someone else.<br /><br />I felt new, five, illegal.<br /><br />It was exhilarating. Perhaps because of, or despite of the 95 degree heat the discovery made for an Independence Day. I've had my eyes opened on my first ride. Is it like this for others? Have your rides on fat bikes been as awakining as mine? Am I so doltish as to have missed the whole thing (initial answer from me: yes) Where have y'all taken your bikes? Where do I need to go?<br /><br />I like the feeling of exploration. What do y'all get from your fat bikes?brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-79756592444564910812011-06-24T23:23:00.001-05:002011-06-24T23:26:49.035-05:00Happy Pride weekend, everyone!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGbVsjXy53o/TgViglle12I/AAAAAAAABCU/5x3irO0Pegg/s1600/pridebridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGbVsjXy53o/TgViglle12I/AAAAAAAABCU/5x3irO0Pegg/s640/pridebridge.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The weather is with you!&nbsp; Have a fabulous weekend!<br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Picture stolen from&nbsp;<a href="http://yfrog.com/ke80269531j">http://yfrog.com/ke80269531j</a></span>brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-84750415618652545402011-06-08T12:15:00.001-05:002011-06-08T12:16:43.153-05:00Traffic low down from a bird's eye viewNew Yawk Citteh:<br /><br /><iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24572222?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0" width="400"></iframe><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/24572222">3-Way Street</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user5235893">ronconcocacola</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br />Keep it together people...<br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hat tip to K-Lo for the video</span>brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-55251287256507161892011-06-07T16:44:00.000-05:002011-06-07T16:44:31.177-05:00HotHappy Spring...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOiAHdf9H00/Te6bUO3naII/AAAAAAAABCI/Kx-_0BhqfXY/s1600/hot.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOiAHdf9H00/Te6bUO3naII/AAAAAAAABCI/Kx-_0BhqfXY/s320/hot.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />...but it's a dry heat.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Drink yer water, folks.</span>brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-79147782689709591772011-06-04T21:29:00.000-05:002011-06-04T21:29:10.392-05:00Hello allI've been busy with gardening and getting the grounds ready for a summer that may or may not arrive. The weather here in the Nothern Midwest has been, uh, iffy, as of late. The winter wouldn't leave and the spring wouldn't show up but in fits and spurts. The fact that my radishes haven't shown up by now is proof enough to me that the weather is off. If you can't grow radishes, then you are not either able to grow anything or that the Fates are against you. <br /><br />The radishes are starting to grow great greens, but no roots. I'm not sure if I've depleted the nutrients in the raised bed, but the broccoli rabe are doing okay now (the sun is a bit more reliable) and the spinach is starting to show also, I'm wondering about the quality of the radish seeds. I am going on about radishes simply because they are the simplest things in the world to grow: when the snow is away from your box, drop seeds in. They'll take frost, freezes, low quality soil, just about anything. That's why I'm curious why they haven't taken off.<br /><br />I may need to look into the quality of the soil, but, again, radishes are ridiculously hearty and I've never had problems in the past. They look good, but there is no root. Radish greens are acutally pretty tasty, but they have a mouth feel that is fairly off-putting; there is a lot of small hooks on the back of the leaves that make them feel weird when you're chewing.&nbsp; Chop them up and mix them with milder greens (they have a the peppery taste of the radish) and they can add a bit of punch to a salad or fried greens.<br /><br />Regardless, the sunflowers are up, tomatoes have been planted and are doing well and the peas and lettuce are starting to show up also, so the garden is doing well. There are berries on the blueberry bushes and the new apple trees seem to have buds. I'll take what I can get with the crazy weather we've been having...<br /><br />Mrs. Yam has a new job Downtown that a perk of subsidised bus fare, so the transportation costs have improved: instead of driving 25 miles one way to work the $50 a month bus tab is quite a bit cheaper the $40 week in gas to Woodbury. Mrs is a city girl and the avoidence of deepest, darkest suburban life is a great plus in her world.<br /><br />I'm still riding to work, but I'm not riding as much otherwise becuase of getting the gardens ready (I've acutally increased my cylinder index by purchasing a tiller) and adding rain barrels to the downspouts of the house to catch run-off. I am planning to build a couple of raised bed gardens in the driveway to catch rain and the all day sun, but the Mrs wants me push that off to next year. Instead, I've added a couple of oak half barrels and we've moved some sun-loving plants into them. We'll see how this goes. <br /><br />I've sold the Rivendell Bleriot and Fafnir is loving it, so I'm happy. I'm looking to get a Pugsly from Surly as the next two-wheeled vehicle. If I get it this summer, there are a couple of ATV trails in Northern Minnesota that I'll attempt to ride. This seems that this would be a good test of my endurance (of which I have none) and the weirdness of surface that fat tired bikes are good for.<br /><br /><a href="http://velocipete.blogspot.com/">VelociPete </a>has put up a vote for when to meet for beers (my vote:Now!) and the winning votes as of now are for June 9. I'll assume that is the date and we'll see you then. If you're not from here, lemme know and I'll hoist a pint for you in your absence, just as long as there are not enough of you to make me re-enact the fateful loss and recovery of the DumVee last summer...<br /><br />Joboo, I may have some spare time and if I score a fatbike, I'm coming up yer way -- we may need to talk about a ride around yer part of the world.<br /><br />Ride yer bike and dig up yer grass. We'll talk later.brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-36970233612654572282011-05-22T02:44:00.000-05:002011-05-22T02:44:05.991-05:00A fat boy wanders into the woods and gets hungryI've finally updated the <a href="http://recipesandruminations.blogspot.com/2011/05/foraging-for-garlic-mustard-and-recipe.html">food blog</a>. Stop by if you want a pesto recipe using weeds...brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-61852505179138756012011-05-13T23:05:00.000-05:002011-05-13T23:05:51.741-05:00Biking and Gardening in MinnesotaYour humble narrator apologizes for the lack of updates. Last Tuesday was nearly 90 degrees. The Monday the week before, it was snowing as I rode in to work. Currently it's 50 and raining. I'm trying to start my garden and I'm not really successful.<br /><br />Anyone have any answers why it's so hard? I really can't imagine any...<br /><br />I live here and I love it, but I'm not always sure why. Perhaps we're the <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/chrismenning/the-most-hipster-state-in-the-us">hippest</a> state in the Union:<br /><br />A: I have that shirt -- had it for years<br /><br />B: plus the Minnesota Opera -- the bestest little Opera house in the world<br /><br />C: 13+ years me and Mrs have been shopping. Their first album was still their best one<br /><br />D: nice selection, but no 'Mats, no dice. Best band that ever lived.<br /><br />I: old news, don't care. Didn't care when PDX ruled, won't care when they win next year. I'm still riding my damn bike. So should you. Why are you waiting for $6 gas?<br /><br />J: nope. So was Fargo. Much better movie. Neither describes us accurately. Come and find out for yourself.<br /><br />In short, I'm too old for the Hipster Dufii redux in my hometown and I'm not sorry. I'm just sitting on my front porch yellin' "Git offa my yard"<br /><br />If'n yer in town, stop on by and we'll have a cold one and shoo the youngun's offa the grass...brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-22384758700509300002011-04-30T10:50:00.000-05:002011-04-30T10:50:41.091-05:00SoldFafnir on <a href="http://mplsbikelove.com/">Minneapolis Bike Love</a> has claimed me ol' beauty of a bike. A good person who will love her and ride her, I'm happy to see her go to a good home.brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-26052160767001343212011-04-25T14:38:00.000-05:002011-04-25T14:38:05.104-05:00For SaleBikes come and go and to get too attached to an object is to lose a bit of one's self. Or so I'm telling myself. I am putting the Bleriot up for sale to a good home.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--I2q8-6ffD0/SKLeKwKIJzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/UycokX4aoeE/s1600/DSC00009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--I2q8-6ffD0/SKLeKwKIJzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/UycokX4aoeE/s320/DSC00009.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />It's 58cm with 650B wheels, so it's good for those with shorter legs. I'm 5'9" - 5'10" with said short legs and it fits like a dream. Deore LX derailleurs, Sugino crank, Tektro brakes.&nbsp; Nitto Noodle handlebars (48 cm) with shellaced cloth tape.&nbsp; She's a beauty, that's for sure, but there are places where the paint has been chipped.&nbsp; Overall a fine bike in great condition.&nbsp; No rack, pedals or saddle with this.&nbsp; Comment with contact info if you're interested.<br /><br />Why?&nbsp; I've got bikes that do the jobs this did and I just need to make space.&nbsp; I'm bound and determined to get me a Pugsly but the Mrs says I gotta make room for it before I do.&nbsp; The Long Haul Trucker has become my go to bike and I just don't ride this any more.&nbsp; It was my first nice bike and I have happy memories with it (Grand Rapids ride especially), but after all, it's just a thing.&nbsp; She's a good bike and I'm sure she'll make someone very happy.brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-47061520255286022102011-03-15T12:33:00.000-05:002011-03-15T12:33:44.897-05:00Aaaah...First ride on plain ol' rubber since November. I almost forgot what it was like without the sizzlin' bacon studdy wheels...brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-61740365447373413542011-03-03T19:07:00.000-06:002011-03-03T19:07:09.966-06:00Let's have a little sing-a-long, shall weThere's so much strife in the world right now, so we need to sing together. How's 'bout a little <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stw3osNnEkY">Kumbaya</a>...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/stw3osNnEkY?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div>brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32708898.post-22527400130985028832011-02-19T00:37:00.000-06:002011-02-19T00:37:28.771-06:00Bye, HurlTime for some more coffee and cookies before <a href="http://crccoffeebar.blogspot.com/2011/02/crc-coffee-bar-is-closing-its-doors.html">lift off</a><br /><br />I don't doubt that Hurl will land on all four feet and skitter off to success somewhere else.brother yamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11680958644952778991noreply@blogger.com2